As I approach the end, time accelerates,and more is lost than gained.One by one the functions falluntil I become immobile, a statue,ensconced in flesh and blood.Then you will become the moon and I the tideand in your pale thin light you’ll find me,waiting for you to exert your magnetic pullto free the steady waves of my breathingto obey the rhythm of our shared and beating heart,the music of our souls, our bare feet gliding over the wet sand .

And the day is coming when I’ll fall mute,unable to utter even a whisper,and when the end is upon meI will speak your name loud and clearin a voice not heard in years.

And long after I’m goneI will return to you,young and strong again,In the lifetime of the dream we’ve lived all these years

One after anotherthe nightmares all come trueBut you and I, we know that sometimes,dreams do, too.